They say all good things must come to an end
But this is a rule I wish to bend
Why must my joy be stopped?
When all else could not be topped
I've met so many new people
Laughed so many times
Heard our terrible, terrible jokes and rhymes
Ran so far
And I wish upon a star
That this season will not end
A/N: Cross Country is ending tomorrow. *cries* Yes, I am crying right now. Deal with it. So derpiness. And sadness. Yeah. Where are the tissues when you need them...
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Inner Silence
PoesíaThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.
